Death Upon a Wretch

Unsought bloodthirst

From forsaken soul.

Now a soulless void.

A pitiful actuality, enslaved.

And urges to drain life adeptly,

Out through plump veins;

A potent inconvenience.

Unbearable centuries lost,

Alone to watch loved ones fade.

They leave to the light,

To waltz without nefarious beasts.

Sweet as juice, metallic hint

of taste burdens the craving.

Missing the blessed light of sun,

Dreading blackened starlight.

Prayer will not soothe hunger

In the pit of rotten stomach.

Pining for silver or stake

To deliver death at long last.

At long last.